The Football Star And The Gang

-Dylan-

“Hi I'm sorry to bother you, but Ithink you gave me the wrong room number. A boy is already rooming in there. Would it be too much trouble if you'd check again?” I asked

“No trouble at all.” She smiled at me. she stares at the intensified computer. “It is Italy , correct?” She asked, glancing at me.

“Yes.” I answered her.

“Well it seems to be this lad in you room is the confused one. Would you like me to go speak with him, Italy?” She questioned. Concern took over her eyes and I could tell she wanted me to say yes.

“That's alright, but thank you ?”

She smiled at me warmly.

“Good luck!”I walked quickly back to the my dorm, and quickly ran up the stairs. I took another couple of breaths to steady my breathing, and knocked heavily.

“Coming!” The boy from earlier called from inside. I waited patiently while I heard running and cursing coming from inside. Shortly after, the door swung open in one quick motion, presenting before me the young man, panting and breathless. His eyes sparkling. “ Oh, it-t's you.” He stuttered, trying to regain his breath.

“Yes, its me again. Turns out I had gotten my room number right-” I started.

“Your my room mate?!” He asked excitedly.

“Well, no. This is my room actually.''

“Oh.” Was all he could say. I shuffled my feet a bit not knowing what to say either. I readjusted my purse, seeing as how it was light right at the moment. I guess he noticed i was uncomfortable. “Come in , I'll just pack my stuff and leave .” I followed him in and sat on the couch. He went over to his bed. In the course of twenty minuets he was packed and ready, standing before me with a suitcase. “Is that all you brought?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, its not like I can't buy a few things. I'll get a job and buy what I need.” I replied shortly, . He left with a disappointed look. I sighed. He seemed nice, but I just can't and won't trust boys. Yes one experience shouldn't taint pr screw all boy's reputation's, but I couldn't help it. Joseph made me scared to even talk to a boy, let alone love one again. I laid down on the bed to take a much needed nap before my roommate arrived.

-harry-

I slowly walked to the dean's office, in no rush to get further from the girl who had no desire to even learn my name she. I don't know why but I wanted to know her name, I wanted to have a conversation with this girl even though she dislikes my very presence..When I walked through the door I approached an elderly lady behind a desk.I didn't mind her presence she was beautiful.

“Hello.” I asked her, smiling slightly in spite of my mood.

“Yes, you must be the lad who took Italy's room?” She asked in the same tone. She wasn't too happy I had upset this girl, and wait, did she say she was her Italy? Shes named after a country.

“I suppose I am.” I asked.

“Oh heavens no.” She stated

“Harry Styles.” I told her.

“Yes, your room is one over. 218.

“Thank you.” I headed back the way I came. Then i spotted that bitch who had embarssed me and my gang yesterday.That old lady must be new i've never seen her before.I walked up to her and grabbed her by her hair.